My Mount Sinai Mission
EDITs below

Sometimes Seconds
Short Film of life at Mt. Sinai, a level 1 trauma center, where I have worked for almost eleven years... a home I am poised to leave... a family I am about to embrace... as I depart.
It has been like a medical mission, to the far reaches of Chicago's wild West-side... the murder capital of this fulgent American city.
Our patients are often the poorest the city coldly holds... some without even a home, a family, some.... without even their sanity.
It is an environment where the absurd is expected... and the norm is a surprise.
We can be filled with rage, sometimes even hate, malice, selfishness....
But the wonderment, when compassion,
hope
and even love
bleed through the absurdity...
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A l l e y i n a S t a t e o f R o t a t i o n
[do you see the weird pyramid?]
I played Cold Water and Cannonball tonight at Slainte's open mike... I couldn't internalize enough, I think, and I struggled with the songs... A few times I did feel the energy of the song, especially with the guitar. It went ok. A music buddy said he really dug the guitar playing tonight.
I asked the same friend, where his more peaceful persona took leave to (he seems resigned to his latest "dark side"... slightly splenetic?). We paused and I said, I think you left him walking the waters of the Kickapoo. It was a hard notion to dispute.
(Christopher Reeves said this better than me) As we move through these Earthly trails... we must occasionally pause, breath, and allow all that we know to quiet. We must then ask ourselves... is what I do.... does this trail that I keep true... fill me with bliss and inspiration, creation, and love? What is my motivation? What is my purpose?
For me it is simple, though rarely easy....
humble yourself to spirit, by what ever name you choose
connect with it's shared love, and bliss
and you have converged again ...
onto the right path

Female Feline in Profile

Unusual Shades in the Men's Restroom at Clark's

Meniscus

Illegal Photo of Psychic
Three hours later, not any more tired, kinda wired, she learned about the worst of me, still she smiled... I, well I, despite the rhythm of my feet... only heard the melody.

Tree Reaching for Lunar Love

Evading Detection

Ninety Degrees
My Shadow Embosses The Brick Surface

Beneath A Window of Change

Slow Zone Ahead

Saintly Bars
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Beyond all pain, face change with a loving mind and adapt into your infinite self.
Tony
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